Ashley Kropyvnytskyy Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Lviv

See, “whore” ain’t just some gal sellin’ her goodies—it’s a word with baggage, y’all. Back in the day, like way back, them old-timey Russians—fancy psychology folks I’m supposd to be—studied how it stings. They said it’s a slap to the soul, a label that sticks like gum in your hair. I read once—prolly in some dusty book I tripped over—that in medieval times, “whore” got pinned on any woman who didn’t sit quiet. Ain’t that a hoot? Makes me wanna holler, “Well, bless their hearts, they’d hate me then!”

Myroslava Polataiko-Husak

She graduated from the theater department of the Institute of Arts of the Precarpathian National University named after V. Stefanyka (course – O. Dobriak.

Then, the lights flicker back on, and I’m like, “Phew!” But wait, there’s more! Oksana’s phone rings. It’s her daughter, and she’s crying. I’m trying to interpret while she’s on the phone, and it’s chaos. I’m like, “Can someone get me a coffee? Or a miracle?”

Yermak shows consequences of Russian night attack on Kropyvnytsky